Sunday, November 30, 2008

Welcoming

Welcoming. What a wonderful theme.

I was walking around the lake near to my home. In July. Just noticing. Typically my poems are seeded in transit. I’ve often been queried about my peculiar habits. I just say that I’m a naturalist taking notes. Then they leave me alone.

It was a really hot day. And things that were in full bloom were wilting on the vine.


July

No poems today

The white cat sleeps



It’s simply too hot

for

fights or philosophy



Summer crests

Strawberry to full buck



Under cover

I spy:

preppy terriers,

shanghai express matte,

petty quarrels



Nets slack

from last night’s imperative volley



This could be Biloxi

All drawl and wisteria



A caravan of lawn chairs

redefine the coast

Fluorescent algae bloom

Think they can improve on death



Congee convene

Green looks brown

Waterlogged

Soggy



At the heart of it all

At the heart

And the liver

And the tired pancreas

Brown in the middle



This is the way death will come

Not as Genghis Khan or Columbus

But as an insider, a familiar, a friend.

9 comments:

Raven said...

Wonderful. I especially like that last stanza. Perfection.

Deborah Godin said...

This is wonderfully atmospheric; every sense is palpable. I really enjoyed this with the kind of enthusiasm that's tinged with envy - it's so good!!

fourwindshaiga said...

I love the feel of this poem. Welcome to OSI! I look forward to reading your work.

anthonynorth said...

The ending is perfect. The whole thing was intriguing.

SandyCarlson said...

I feel like I am listening to a breeze as I read your poem. Lovely.

Dr.John said...

The ending is perfect. It reminds me of TS. Elliot " This is the way the world end! This is the Way the World ends! Not with a bang but a whimper."

tumblewords said...

A wonderful read - the flow is gentle and tumbles lightly over deep thoughts.

Maithri said...

Dear Friend,

There is a wild grace in every word you have written here...

I came to let you know how your words moved me.

Thank you for sharing your light,

For burning through the night,

Blessings of peace, M

zoya gautam said...

.."things that were in full bloom were wilting on the vine"..
& a strange night perhaps..
..when the hurt no more hurts..
many thanks..